Chapter thirty-one: Roy meets the girls

"Ehh…"

A sweat drop fell down the side of Roy's head as Edward and Coniniaue brought in the girls and Tenchi.

"Fullmetal, who…?" Roy muttered.

"I'm Ryoko." Ryoko said.

"I'm Sasami!"

"I'm Mihoshi!"

"I'm Washu."

"I'm Tenchi."

"And I'm Ayeka!" Ayeka flashed her pearly teeth.

Edward rubbed the back of his head. "Y'see, they kinda fell out of the sky…"

"Beautiful women don't just fall out of the sky, Fullmetal."

"AHEM!"

"And one man." Roy said. "Sorry. Umm… Well, I'm colonel Roy Mustang, pleased to meet you. Erm, where exactly did you come from?"

"We came from the year 2005." Washu replied.

"That's…" Roy calculated quickly.

"Ninety-five years from now." Washu said.

"…Yeah. How did you calculate so fast? Are you some kind of genius?"

"I'm an evil genius. And there's living proof right here!" She reached up and put a hand on Ryoko's shoulder.

"Don't touch me." Ryoko muttered.

"Ryoko is an artificially created life form, the strongest space pirate in the universe."

"ARTIFICIALLY CREATED?" Edward shouted. "Like… Like a homunculus?"

"Well, no… I used my ovum, so technically, she's my daughter."

Edward hung his head and explained to Washu why he tried human transmutation and asked if she could possibly save him and his brother.

"You have metal limbs too? Let me see!"

And, of course, Edward was standing there in his boxers while Washu examined his leg.

Coniniaue stared and giggled. Edward looked up at her and flushed red, saying hastily, "Can we do this some other time?"

"Hell no!" Washu exclaimed. "Well, these limbs certainly are advanced for 1910. They didn't even have metal limbs in the 1910 I know! But the human transmutation incident did not kill you. 'That which does not kill you makes you stronger.'"

"Wait a second, how old are you, anyway, like sixteen?" Edward asked. "How are you so smart?

"I TOLD you, I'm a evil super genius! And I'm not sixteen, I'm over 20,000 years old." Washu replied.

"I'm 700." Ayeka chimed in. "Ryoko's 800."

"…It doesn't matter how old they are, if their pretty, I can hit on them!" Roy mumbled to himself.